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As he said these words, the brave Milleflores looked cautiously around to see whether he was not within reach of the foot or arm of some Indian in the neighborhood. "In an hour, I must be at the house of Jew Samuel," said André. "In an hour! we have time to pass to the Calle del Peligro; you can offer some oranges or ananas to the charming tapadas who promenade there. Shall we go, gentlemen?"
After having jostled André Certa, he looked at him fixedly, but with no particular expression. "Miserable Indian!" exclaimed the mestizo, raising his hand upon him. His companions restrained him. Milleflores, whose face was pale with terror, exclaimed: "André! André! take care." "A vile slave! to presume to elbow me!" "It is a madman! it is the Sambo!"
The Sambo, as the name indicated, was an Indian of the mountains; he continued to fix his eyes on the mestizo, whom he had intentionally jostled. "Brutal and cowardly!" exclaimed André. "Control yourself," said Milleflores, softly. "Let us leave the Plaza-Mayor; the Limanienne ladies are too haughty here."
The little Milleflores in vain essayed his humblest vows; but he consoled himself with the idea that he was about to figure as an active party in the repast which was to follow. In the meantime, the young mestizoes were discoursing with him in the brilliant saloons of the Jew, and the crowd of guests thronged around André Certa, who proudly displayed the splendors of his toilet.
"Of what use are these changes in government, these eternal pronunciamentos which disturb Peru to gratify private ambition?" resumed André, in a loud voice; "what is it to me whether Gambarra or Santa Cruz rule, if there is no equality." "Well said," exclaimed Milleflores, who, under the most republican government, could never have been the equal of a man of sense.
Milleflores might well say to André Certa that his betrothed had nothing of the Jewess but the name, for she was a faithful specimen of those admirable señoras whose beauty is above all praise. The duenna, an old Jewess, whose countenance was expressive of avarice and cupidity, was a devoted servant of Samuel, who paid her liberally.
"You are right, André," said a very obsequious young man, whom they called Milleflores. This was the friend, the parasite of André Certa, a young mestizo of swarthy complexion, whose thin beard gave a singular appearance to his countenance.
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